The Regional History Museum - Sofia presents the exhibition of Doncho Donchev "FESTUM". Its opens today at 17.00.

Ace of Hearts
A rose wrapped in passion.
A touch. A thorn pricks the flesh.
A point in the universe.
A drop of painfully flowing blood
imbued with a lust for life.

– Where are you going?”
You are outside the frame, can you not see? Return immediately!
– I cannot remain trapped in a frame, I am suffocating.
– The frame is so beautiful, you must not cross over, you will destroy the arrangement. There is the boundary, it is forbidden to go beyond it.
Who do you think you are? Be humble! I do not like the look in your eyes,
nor do I like how you have spread this brush and where are you pointing it?
– Yes, I am pointing upwards towards infinity.
– No, I can see it is pointed downwards.
– It depends where you are looking from.
– From my side.
– Then accept me the way I am.

There are two directions and the chasms are as infinite as the heights.
Let me be free with my brush, it is my guide.
There is an incomprehensible power in it, I will allow myself to be its element.
– If you leave now, you will never return. Do not imagine that we will accept you again.
You will remain alone and misunderstood. Do not think you are brave, it is pitiful.
– I understand, I am a little divided... but I am leaving now.
I float along outside, and a colourful wind swallows me up. I am losing consciousness.
I feel at ease and float like a pure spirit without reason or direction.
Am I in the picture or is this some kind of illusion?
The brush leads me, painting layer after layer. The palette is vast.
Leaves spread from the vivid colours that surround me.
They assume my form and dry slowly.
They fall crackling to the ground and the pollen of the flowers mixes with me.
I begin to feel the dryness and taste of sunset.
I become a perfect infinity./BGNES